The door clicks shut and I lean against it, eyes closed, breathing slow and deliberate. My cock is still straining against my jeans, hard as a steel beam, throbbing in time with my pulse. The kitchen blowjob from Hester took the edge off — barely. I can still taste the twins on the air — the lingering scent of their arousal from the wet chairs I wiped clean, the memory of Dana's blush when she noticed, the weight of their bodies pressed against me during the hug. The "Daddy" that made them sob into my chest.
I'm used to daily satiation. Katie's mouth every morning. Hope's eager cunt every night. Hester's tight ass whenever I want it. My body has adapted to a constant diet of sex, and today's stimuli broke the meter.
I push off the door and head for the kitchen.
The scene hits me like a wave. Katie's at the sink, her back to me, linen button-down still discarded from lunch — just the nude bra and her jeans. The soft curve of her spine, the way her hips sway as she scrubs a plate. The late afternoon light catches the sweat on her shoulders.
Hope and Hester at the table, still in their bras from lunch — pale pink lace on Hope, sage green on Hester. They're talking in low voices, heads together, but when I walk in, four eyes lift and lock onto me. A charged silence. I can feel the heat ing off my own skin.
Hope opens her mouth, ready to launch into her usual pitch — how she can help, how she's been waiting, how she deserves it. I know my little princess.
I speak first.
"Hester."
She straightens, caught off guard. I hold her gaze and crook a finger. "e here, pet. Daddy needs his good pet."
The words land like a splash of cold water. Her eyes go wide, then soft. Her lips part. She doesn't question why she was chosen first over Hope — she just rises from the chair and crosses to me, her socks soft on the tile, sage green bra catching the kitchen light. I pull her into my chest and kiss the top of her head, slow, deliberate, my hand cradling the back of her skull. She melts against me like she's been waiting for this all day.
"Hope. You too, beautiful."
She pouts — just a flicker, a tiny downturn of the lips — then slides off her chair and joins us. I pull her in with my other arm. Three-way embrace. Hester pressed to my chest, Hope tucked against my shoulder. A beat of stillness.
I lift my head and meet Katie's eyes over her shoulder. She's stopped washing. Hands in the water, watching. Waiting.
"I need you tonight," I say. Soft. Husband-voice. "Finish up and e here."
I turn Hester back toward the table and bend her over it. Her palms flat on the surface, her ass in the air, her bra straps loose on her shoulders. Her dark wash jeans stretch tight across her hips. I press myself against her from behind, my cock grinding into her ass through the denim, and she gasps — that sharp, delicious sound — then pushes back, hungry for more. My hands slide up her sides, find the clasp of her sage green bra, and unhook it. The straps fall. Her small tits hang free, brushing against the table as she arches.
"Good pet," I murmur into her ear, my lips brushing her skin. "You've been so good today. Did so well with the twins. You deserve a reward tonight."
She trembles against me. "F-father..."
"Shh." My hands find her bare tits from behind, cupping them, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She's already hard. I pinch, and she moans into the table. "Let Daddy take care of you."
A soft, shuddering exhale. She nods against the wood.
Hope watches from beside the table, one hand pressed between her thighs, her breathing quick and shallow. Her eyes track every movement — my hands on Hester's tits, Hester's ass pressed back against my cock. I meet her gaze.
"Don't be shy, princess. e taste your sister."
Hope closes the distance. She drops to her knees under the table, ducking her head beneath it, and presses her mouth to Hester's cunt through the denim. Her fingers find the button of Hester's jeans, pop it open, and lower the zipper. Then she hooks her fingers into the waistband and pulls — the denim slides down Hester's thighs, past her knees, to her calves. Hester steps out of them, now in just her sage green panties, and spreads her legs wider. Hope pulls the fabric to the side, baring Hester's cunt, then leans in and closes her lips around Hester's clit.
A cry. Sharp, wanton, cut off by a bitten lip.
I keep working her tits from behind, rolling her nipples between my fingers while Hope's tongue works her cunt in slow, deliberate circles. Hester's cheek presses against the table, her mouth open, a string of breathless moans spilling out.
Behind us, the sink faucet clicks off. Katie's footsteps cross the tile. She stops beside the table and takes in the scene — Hester bent over it, Hope's head ducked beneath it, me pressed against Hester's back.
"Master wants to fuck his pet," she says, low and knowing. "Let me help."
"Strip. Then get on the table. I want to watch you watch her."
Her eyes flash. She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, lets it fall. Her full tits swing free. Then she unbuttons her jeans, pushes them down her thighs, steps out of them. No panties. She's naked, her cunt already wet and glistening. She plants a hand on the table edge and climbs up, settles onto her knees, facing Hester's head, and sits back on her heels — legs open, knees out, her cunt inches from Hester's mouth. The M pose. She looks down at her pet, waiting.
I look at her. My slave-wife. Beautiful, obedient, always ready. She reaches down and parts her lips with her fingers, baring herself.
Hester lifts her head from the table and finds Katie's cunt right there, inches away. Her breath hitches.
"Good slave," I murmur. "You know what your pet needs."
I turn back to Hester. I slide my cock out of my jeans, and it springs free — heavy, slick with pre-cum, the tip glistening. I tease it against her cunt lips, watching her face in profile. Her eyes are half-closed, her mouth slack, her tits hanging full and bare. Her lips are inches from Katie's cunt.
"You want this, pet?"
"Yes, father. Please. Please."
"Then eat your mistress while I fuck you."
She doesn't hesitate. She lifts her head and presses her tongue inside Katie's cunt.
I line myself up and push in — slow. My cockhead parts her lips and slides forward, the resistance building — a velvet vise gripping every inch. Her walls cling and give, cling and give, like a fist shoved into a bucket of warm honey — the cling, the drag, the sweet suction that doesn't want to let go even as it weles every inch. I sink deeper until my balls press against her skin, my cockhead nudging against her cervix, a soft, insistent tap deep inside her.
Her mouth is full of Katie, her eyes fluttering shut, a moan vibrating against Katie's cunt. Her hand reaches back and finds my hip.
"She's so full," Hope whispers from between Hester's legs. She's still licking, her voice vibrating against Hester's cunt. "Her pussy is so full of you, Daddy."
The words nearly break me.
I set a rhythm. Slow pull, deep push — each thrust rocks her body forward, driving her mouth harder against Katie's cunt. Katie gasps above us, her hand finding the back of Hester's head, holding her in place. Hester moans into her — the vibration buzzing against Katie's clit.
I watch my cock slide in and out of her, slick and gleaming. Her ass ripples with every impact. Below, Hope's tongue is a constant, wet pressure against Hester's clit, working in counterpoint to my thrusts — she presses when I pull, eases when I drive forward. Her fingers find my balls through the space between Hester's thighs and cup them, holding, squeezing in time with my rhythm.
The table creaks. Hester's moans are muffled by Katie's cunt. Katie's head falls back, her tits bouncing, her breath ing in sharp gasps.
"Fuck," she breathes. "Fuck, yes."
I reach forward and grip her ankles, pulling her M pose wider. She lets me, pliant, her cunt open and dripping onto Hester's chin.
I keep fucking. Thrust after thrust, building a pace that has all four of us moving together — a machine of wet sounds and ragged breath and the slap of skin on skin. Then I pull out, and Hester lifts her mouth from Katie's cunt, gasping.
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